Page 57 of Serenity
“Aye, my sister went missing.” Supreme voiced his concerns.
“She’s in Italy,” I revealed.
“With you?”
“Nigga, who else?”
“Aight, big dog,” Supreme chuckled. “I’m just checking. She didn’t say much when I called.”
“Do you want to speak with her?” Annoyance colored my tone. This nigga’s timing couldn’t have been worse. I didn’t feel like chatting. My head was miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening between me and his sister.
The line went silent.
“Pre?”
“Nah. Let her keep thinking she’s a step ahead. I’m curious to see how she plays this out.”
Hanging up the line, I felt more confused than ever.
Serenity was unhooking her dress and peeling herself out of it when I reentered the house half an hour later. The subtle change in her energy made our lovermoon uncomfortable. Whatever the cause wasn’t welcomed. From behind, I approached, draping my arms around her and resting my head in the crook of her neck.
“What happened out there, Bee?”
The smell of peaches danced on the tip of my nose and invited me in.
Laying a kiss to the side of her neck and nipping the shell of her ear, I probed for an answer. Allowing the sun to set with anger in her heart, with misunderstanding residing between us, was unbecoming.
“I don’t know. I’m a bit moody. I’m sorry. You brought my period down this morning. I’m gonna shower and go to bed.”
“You need some chocolate?”
Turning to face me, she laughed.
“Let me know,” I smiled. “I can have one of those niggas outside grab something before the stores shut down for the night.”
“I could use some chocolate and maybe a strawberry gelato.”
“Done and done. Tomorrow, we’re leaving,” I revealed. “So pack as much as you can tonight.”
Serenity slept the entire five-hour flight. Cuddled beside her, I tried to follow suit. The previous night was still weighing on me, making sleep an impossible fucking task. She brushed it off as if it were nothing but her period. I wasn’t buying it.
The thump of the landing gear woke her from her sleep. Shifting around the bed, she peered at me under sleepy lids.
“We’re not home?” She probed as we reached our destination.
“Naw, not yet.”
“I wish you would have let me prepare for an extended vacation. I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
“You don’t like that I’ve kidnapped you?”
“I love that you’ve kidnapped me. I hate that my hair isn’t braided. I’m tired of dealing with it while we’re vacaying.”
“Good thing we’re here, then.”
“Where are we now?”
“Ghana. There’s plenty of hair braiders around this motherfucker.”